Wipeout!

Another example of high quality television.

TV SHOW OF THE WEEK: ABC's Wipeout!

24 contestant humiliate themselves on a ridiculous primary-colored obstacle course. 12 move on to round two, 6 to round three and then 4 to the final Wipeout course. I can't remember what it's actually called.

Contestants include massage therapists, gogo dancers and cougars.

Excellence in a jar. 

"I guess they were all aiming to fall in at the same time, john, leaving only one man holding his sack."

The Bright Smoke of Jetlag, Tumbling

Awoken by the bare minimum, run amuck, a chorus of chrysanthemums falling from the ceiling with one eye star struck. Cool and quiet, the sound of wrecking ball nausea in cause-and-effect scenarios, a story board caught up by falling to someone else's knees.

And please, you're fucking with my brain much more than you have to. These flowers, odd and ugly, remain oblivious oblivious and unsteady.

And you're wanting more. The appeal of tragedy. The provocation of regret. And destruction.

This is not Romance. This is death.

The bump of a moth will break your neck, the slowly arching evil of resentment a claustrophobic wreck. "Take care of me take care of me until there's nothing left!" emptying your mouth into paper rolled tight.

Standing strange and uncomfortable by the mailbox while Catherine yells over me. I'm receiving letters of thick disgust to add to the pile, like the mountain of trash on my doorstep. Like the slow rotting of elegant empires. Like disappointment creeping in. The realization that not all is well 

barricades itself in your office. And writes photographs into your ceiling and into your chrysanthemum heart.

6/14/09

Messed up messed about. My confusion is a reckless train, the Headache you get with a tumor in your brain.

Dreamland suicides, I saw virgin tricks form gently in your eyes in the shape of morning gunk. The lining on you on the floor made me think of something outside broken pleasure. Luck that made the dust settle.

Now all the marchers descend on high. I will dedicate all of my awakenings to this. And damn all the angles that oppress my sight. I will bleed your heart through a samovar soon. And baby needs a new prize, baby needs a new and shiny prize.

Changes, for a whole new generation of suck, for a whole new generation of muck.

Putting sweetness to death. After having blown its own fingers off to escape the trenches. But darling chivalry is dead chivalry is long long gone.

So shut your mouth and suck it up. Said the prince.

The trapeze act was wonderful but never meant to last.

(The Tain Part II - The Decemberists; Trapeze Swinger - Iron and Wine)

Cracked and Jigged

Old Notebook

Old:

ABC
Alphabet Jungle
Sea Monster Mechanic, two mouths:
1. dreamstance
2. Poetic Interference
I'm calloused by the non-witty crackheads of tomorrow's coffee
Something tells me you're the crook...

Older:

The secret to burning yourself down is mathematically incorrect.
Video war; self centered imagery
The famous cutleries and their rather aimless acting abilities
saunter through you like nausea
"I'll cut you like a knife" and they clamber noisily up ladders of golden nightmare. Effegine,
my clever nun.
Voice like a cheese grater
Soft as a gun
Carries my second wife
(her tumor-ego laughs fake tans into my eyes like radiation)
My brother's flat-mate,
Susan,
danced pectorals into her long term co-worker
25 dollars at the door.
Chapter 2 brings an elegant old crust,
medication dictatorships.

How long have we known eachother?
The cliche cliche catch-me up of extroverted script-writing.
To take her place.
Mahalesh Mahalesh La La
Back to the ferry
back to the dirt.

I don't give a shit I don't give a shit
About making sense.
About catching the last train.
About dancing in the rain.

My hands are a heart hair line fracture
Bitten by bad drivers and
The architects of this dream are long gone
And the shit-covered ballet stars scream:
"Had I known, I would have--"
Etc.
Kissing an albatross. They ride bicycles into the ditch.

The plug being pulled on old times.
Secrets Secrets
Catching my feet on the foot of the bed
I am a constant downfall
Writing down the fifty states over and over and over and over.

Blowing up balloon people with weak fans, frosted by cigarette ash cool as the night air.
Seeing movies at midnight, skits and in the morning listening to a lengthy lecture about drugs.
I buy you cigarettes, glad for an excuse glad for an excuse.
His car gets stuck on the tree root outside my house. Push and push.
Fights, sex and sleep. No sleep.
-sad person - disgruntled person-
box hats.
I'm trying to light my cigarette but there's batter on the floor and I'm scared.
On doing the right thing and hamburgers:
walking to parking lots and running into heartbreakers where your friend becomes quiet.
Sadly quiet.
Adventures down preston paper on dead electronics and tv shows.

ankles broken in the mud,
An ache crawling though the cracks in my jaw,
chewing down my teeth on the couch where i hear your shaking voice speak of heart break and my heart is broken too, just for you.

Legends of the Hidden Temple

The Duel

Sick and watching the Real World/Road Rules Challenge: The Duel II. AND LOVING it. Paula is goddamm psychotic.

"If you put my name in your mouth, I'm gonna retaliate. You gonna be a friend to my face and a bitch to my back- The people who talk the most are the ones who have the most fear."

"The competitors have to hang in for survival in the Upside Downer challenge as th

ree of the duelers find themselves in the middle of a complicated love triangle."

"You're each going to make your way to the end of that rope and grab the Mauri carvings. But! You'll be upside down hung by your ankles.."

"I have my own back to worry about okay? I'm not going to be worrying about everyone elses back"

"She's a liar, she's disgusting, and you know I don't think someone like that deserves this money. I just want to walk around and punch her in the face while she's sleeping. Aneesa, I don't like you, I don't like your ways. You're just giving me a bad aura. So. I don't think a person like that deserves to win."

"The intel was bad. Somebody screwed up. I'm going into the duel for the third time."

"I am going in there. And I am going to win and I am going to kick butt. Once I am in the duel I want to show these girls that I am one to be reckoned with and one to win."

Awesome.